The smile I'd been fighting bloomed, covering my face as Araneae turned her regal jeans-covered little ass to me, and after making her demands, walked away, slamming the door in her wake.
My siren, my temptress, my sunshine—I wasn't sure exactly what she was, other than mine. I'd known that when I had her, it would be better than any other s*x of my life, and I'd been right about that. What I hadn't expected as I watched her walk away was my uncertainty. I wasn't one hundred percent certain if I'd been the one to take her or if she'd taken me.
Lifting her ruined panties from the floor, I reached the edge of the table and cleaned the shiny surface with the lace, wiping the remnants of our connection. With each swipe, I heard her melody of a voice as she made her choice: f**k me. I saw he
